His red eyes burn a hole into yours. You can practically see the steam emitting from his ears as he grits his teeth.

He shouldn’t be jealous, he knows. But you don’t need a boyfriend when you have him, even if you’re only strictly friends.

“You don’t need him. He won’t care for you the way I do. He’s not me,” Miguel sneers. He means every word of it. You’re his, whether you’re a couple or not, and he won’t share you with anyone.